Ooooooh,
Ooooooh,
Ooooooh,
Ooooooh,
Yeah, yeah.

She's got smile that it seems to me,
Reminds me of childhood memories,
Where everything,
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky,
Now and then when I see her face,
She takes me away to that,
Special place,
And if I started too long,
I'd probably break down and cry.

Whooh, oh, oh,
Sweet child o' mine,
Whooh, oh, oh, oh,
Sweet love of mine.

She's got eyes of the bluest sky,
And if they thought of rain,
I hate to look into those eyes,
To see an ounce of pain,
Her hair reminds me,
Of a warm safe place,
Where as a child, I'd hide,
And pray of the tunder,
And the rain,
To quietly pass me by.

Whooh, oh, oh,
Sweet child o' mine,
Whooh, oh, oh, oh,
Sweet love of mine,
Whaaaah,
Yeah, yeah,
Sweet love of mine,
Ooh, yeah, yeah,
Ooooooh.

Where do we go?
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?

Where do we go?
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?

Where do we go?
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?

Where do we go?
Where do we go now?

Sweet child o' mine,
Mmmhhmm, yeah,
Sweet child o' mine,
Yeah.